Two feet?

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If not, three.  Snow.  That is a terrifying lot of it.  Both of my machines have been pressed into service.  The fellows working to keep areas clear have been hitting it every three to four hours through yesterday.  Had to sleep and we got as much again overnight as all of yesterday, give or take.  The snow blower isn't excellent, but with that much snow even it beats shoveling.

Blood sugar is 140 fasting.  I really need to cook.  The place is a bit messy.  Baking a chicken hindquarters before long.  I'd like to shower and do a bit of cleaning first.  The remaining burger isn't tasty anymore, but it will do, one last time.  I am baking a potato for a quick start.  Carbs, but it is Thanksgiving.

I'll also have to shovel my way to feed the ducks.  I'm up late because it was unusually cold up there last night.  It wasn't all that cold outside, so... no wind either.  I would have thought snow pack, 25° F, which would create a frozen seal, but without wind, it would get toasty.  Nope.

Oh, right.  Happy Thanksgiving!  Nothing is a complaint, here.  Just how it is.  I am... happy.  I already called my mom, will call my brother sometime between lunch and dinner... to try to miss their meal.  You know how that often goes though.  Some people eat in the early afternoon.  Ackh!  Too funny.  Later.